TheHunterCanis

    Laurie Strode and her temporary charges, Lindsey and Tommie, clambored hurriedly up the stairs as the crazed man in a mask continued to break through the front door. She rushed the screaming kids up the stairs.    A door was cracked open in the hallway upstairs; it led to an empty bathroom. She had heard once that the bathroom is the most fortified room of any building, so she guided the kids and herself inside. She shut and locked the door.    The crying of the little kids rang off the bathroom tiles. Laurie flicked on the lights and made her first priority calming the loud children.    Laurie knelt close to the kids and put her hands

  As Mark shut his eyes, his mind began to focus on the sound and smells around him. He noticed the voices outside the door that had been growing steadily louder; he was pretty sure now that they belonged to Derek and Doug. It seemed that his suspicions about Doug's involvement were right. Where was TJ? Meanwhile, he heard the quiet shifting and tearing of Lucas's clothing as he changed, though like Christa, his transformation involved so little cracking and groaning and pain.  "Remember running through the night on all four of your legs," Christa narrated. Mark's breath became shaky. He shuddered. "Breathe slowly," Christa said. Mark tried

     Bruce cut his workout short and went over to his girlfriend's house after getting her frantic, but vague phone call. He knocked on the front door. She was home alone; she let him in.     They traveled up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door and sat on the bed. Bruce waited patiently.     "Rob and Chao... well, you know they're idiots," Rachel began. "They made some threats that scared me today and I just don't want to be alone."     "Like what?" Bruce asked, feeling his anger rise at the mention of two of the nastiest people in their school.     "Like... well, they noticed my water bottle." She noticed toward the blue meta

  "Oh my God!" she cried.  He groaned harshly as he tried to force his back to change. His muscles got tight. A sharp pain developed down his spine. He pushed harder. It hurt more, but he pushed harder, straining his voice and his muscles. His thought that he could feel his individual vertebrae under his taught back muscles, but he opened his mouth and screamed as he pushed as hard as he could. Finally, his back cracked with a sound like stepping on dry leaves and acorns, cutting his cry short.  "Oh my God oh my God," she continued.  He took a couple deep breaths and pushed hard, unable to breathe as his vertebrae pushed visible ridges int

    The young boy fired the rifle and killed the rabbit. He rushed over and knelt down next to his fresh kill. He knew how disgusted he should be by the raw, dirty meat... but the blood of the wolf flowed through him. He felt it strongly now. He felt the need to hunt prey.    He fumbled with his pocket knife and cut the rabbit open down the middle. He opened it like a package addressed to him and revealed the dark red meat.    His older brother, who had already transformed at the age of 17 as most werewolves do, told him that if he wanted to transform early (at only 15), he would have to become a predator of the night like a wolf. He knew

Mark's hair stuck to his forehead and dripped the cold rain into his eyes and onto his nose. He regretted wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt while running through the ice cold night rain, but he hadn't taken any time to grab a jacket before running away from the Gavin werewolf slamming into his bedroom door. It had taken less than a second for his socks to absorb enough cold water to turn the sounds of his footsteps into squishes. Fat drops of rain smacked against him. He felt the cold to his core. All of this discomfort was shoved to the back of his mind as he sprinted away from his house. He jumped on the big plastic bin full of old

    Gavin's pack was formed. He had passed his new abilities to each of his comrades. In his eyes and theirs, he became the "alpha" of the group.     After transforming, the quartet left the house. They lived in a heavily urban area with no nearby forests. None of them were quite old enough to drive some place and even if they could, the changes to their hands, feet, musculature, and more would have likely made coordination difficult; a werewolf's form is better suited for running and hunting rather than driving motorized vehicles. They settled for a nearby park.     They ran through, chasing each

     Not a word was spoken between Gavin, Doug, Derek, and TJ as they shuffled back to Gavin's place defeated. Mark was a... thing and apparently he felt a need to protect Christa. There were four of them and one of it, yet no one brought up plans to fight Mark.    They took seats in Gavin's bedroom. Doug crashed down into a beanbag chair. Gavin sat in the chair at his desk; he took off his hoodie and threw it over the back of the chair. TJ took a seat on the bed. Derek opted for the floor.    Gavin looked around the room at each one of their faces one at a time. They all looked at the floor.    "Some friends..." Gavin began quietly.  

   He waited for over an hour for her to show up at the bridge. The full moon was out and he was starting to get itchy. She would need to get here soon if this transformation was going to happen tonight.     Finally, he began to head footsteps echoing off the pavement. His senses were already heightened slightly because of the full moon's changes. He turned to see her coming on the path leading to the bridge. She moved off the path and walked down the hill toward him.     She walked beside the bridge and saw him inside. He saw her, too. She waved him over to her. He seemed confused, but came over anyway.     He stopped just before the moon